Once, a longtime ago, |
a couple was in love; |
Nothing had seemed grander, |
even the stars above; |
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Think of how you told me, |
that you really did care; |
How you claimed to love me, |
and now give me despair; |
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All those times we said love, |
I thought you meant it too; |
Nothing hurt me more than, |
to know it wasn't for you; |
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That is what you told me, |
when you whispered good by; |
Love is worthless to you, |
as long as you get high; |
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I still dream of a change, |
that I know will not be; |
As long as it lingers, |
I will never be free; |
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Free from all the sorrow, |
and free from all this pain; |
Accept that you are gone, |
then I'll live life again; |
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I rejoice you are gone, |
and almost believe it; |
Do what makes you happy, |
forget you ever commit; |